All Chapters of My uncle, My mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

ARIA'S POV;"Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears. "Three years, Doona! He left me because he found his mate," I choked out, trying my best not to cry as loudly as I'd love to. It was hard trying to maintain my composure when my ex-boyfriend, who I'd been with for three years, left me or more like cheated on me after finding his mate. It was hard to believe, knowing we'd both sworn to each other not to break up even after finding our mates. It had all been going well not until this afternoon, when I had caught him with the lady who he called his mate, having a go at it. Being twenty years old, I was still yet to find my mate whom I should have gotten at the age of eighteen. It was one of the reasons I had been in a relationship that long with my ex-boyfriend because we both

ARIA'S POV;Shaken up? Definitely. Who wouldn't be in my condition? Firstly, I had a one-night stand with a man I thought was just going to come and go, lo and behold, he turned out to be my uncle, my mate and also my professor. How terrible could my life get?. "Hey, little niece, you need to just watch yourself. What happened the other night was a mistake and it won't happen again. I didn't know who you were and I was too drunk to get my thoughts together that night," Ronald said to me as the sun peeked through the curtains, signaling the rise of a new morning. I was in nothing but shorts and shirts, not caring about my appearance since I was more concerned about the fact that he hadn't spoken a word to me since yesterday, the moment we felt the connection and we both knew we were mates. "We are mates. Do you think the moon goddess would have made such a mistake, knowing you're my uncle?” Genuinely confused, I asked, biting my bottom lip while trying my best not to scream out. J

Aria's POV; "I guess I'll be the only one doing the talking. I'll start with my name. I'm Damien," with one hand on the wheels and the other out the window, allowing the wind to pass through his fingers, golden locks stranger said. One couldn't blame a lady for being too scared to speak in the presence of someone who left her with no choice. The best thing I could do for my safety was to sit up straighter than I ever hand, with my hand protectively clinging onto the seat belt like my life depended on it. Yet, another word from him and I still wasn't saying anything. Even if I wanted to, my mouth wasn't ready to cooperate with me, too scared to speak in front of this psychopath. Yes, although, he called himself Damien, but the best name that suited him was Psychopath. I was thankful that the trip to college was a very short one and I was ready to be out of his car as fast as i could. Judging from my love for sports car, one would have thought I'd happily be free spi

RONALD'S POV; How was I to shatter every illusion she had in her head? What was I to tell her that the man whom she knew as a father was not her father but the same man who was responsible for the death of her biological father? I had to keep this secret from her because it was one thing I owed the man she knew as a father. It was the promise I made to him years ago, never to tell her and it was the same reason I couldn't help but reject her, knowing I couldn't let her know. It pained me to see her smile at others, even making me conscious of our age difference. Bringing Caroline into the picture was a way to caution myself to stay off Aria. Despite the rejection, I could still feel the connection we had, making me know our bond was yet to be fully broken. I wasn't going to be the one to tell her about this secret and neither was I prepared to. Though, I wasn't willing to admit the fact that I wished to build feelings between us first even if I wanted to tell this to her. I

ARIA'S POV;The evening air was heavy with the scent of raw food and worn-out silence. I sat at the counter, nursing a bowl of cornflakes, my eyes fixed on the blank wall ahead. My mind, however, was elsewhere, replaying the challenging encounter with Caroline and Ronald earlier that day. The way she had smiled, the way she had laughed, it all seemed so fake, so forced. I couldn't help but wonder what she was really after. Was it just about the rejection or the fact that she felt something was going on between Ronald and I? As I sat there, lost in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke the spell. I turned to see my said uncle, Ronald, stumble into the kitchen. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled, and his smile lopsided. He was drunk, and I could tell it was going to be one of those nights I never thought I'd see. His cheeks were a painted shade of red that made him look funny, yet cute. I didn't say a word, hoping he'd just grab a glass of water and stumble off to